Category: Writing

“Morgan, I died inside every time you had to leave to enter the stasis chamber. Do you know how horrible it is to be left to wonder what was happening to you? To think about what possible kinds of pains you had to be exposed to?” Blake said as his eyes began to tear up. […]

They saw a man hobbled in a corner. He looked homeless by sight. He was wearing old and tattered clothes and Morgan could almost smell him from her position. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but she still approached him. She knew there was a chance he would know where the Wastoria was, especially if […]

I was inspired by a sunrise that looked very much like this yesterday morning and decided to include it in my writing. She took a look out of the window and smiled. The sky looked like rainbow sherbet. The pale blue sky was contrasted with puffy clouds, tinted softly with orange and pink hues from […]

Morgan and Blake walked together through the cobbled streets, which they didn’t encounter until they got closer to the center. It seemed as though the city was entering a development stage in expansion, where they wanted to modernize the dirt roads. There were carts of stone and cutters in a zoned-off section, making sure each […]

“What if she’s injured?” Morgan asked, breaking the silence. “Don’t worry, I’m not!” Aubrey called out from behind them. They all swiveled quickly, unsure of how she got there so quietly or fast. “Stealth is a nice skill.” “So your skill has been realized,” Blake noted. “Nice.” “It certainly has its perks. I noticed some […]

“So the club is this way. There’s a good DJ playing tonight, of course I know your music tastes are every which way,” Philip told her as he led her through the streets of the Level. She looked up as the building reached into the sky. The sky in Level Two had a ceiling, which […]

“Geni?” Morgan asked as the bot prepped her plate for presentation. “Can you love?” “It is a concept within my programming parameters. I do have some acceptable feelings available for usage if I so require,” the bot answered her, and sat the plate down in front of her on the metal table. “Have you ever […]

She dragged herself out of bed and looked at the clock on the COM. It read 09:00. She wasn’t too late getting up. She smiled, realizing she wouldn’t ever have to go to school and be forced to learn things that were seemingly meaningless now. Any future knowledge could be installed by one of the […]

This was a writing exercise on Critique Circle. The requirements were to write in third person and focus on one person doing something without talking, conducting surveillance on someone. Also, there can be no emotion. The man stopped as he rounded the corner of the city block, his eyes catching the form of a […]